Peer into my muse's memories

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty

💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

💕- A memory about their significant other

💞- A memory about their children

💓- A memory about their friends

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

💖- A memory that made them feel special

💝- A memory that made them feel loved

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

💟- Wildcard!!!


This is it.
-This is what?
The last episode Amy Keating Rogers wrote for MLP.

I’m going to be a little melodramatic here, but yes I’m going to miss her. This wonderful lady wrote some of my favorite episodes for this show and now she will leave us for Disney. Which is awesome, because obviously they’ve seen her talent and she deserves it! However I’m going to be a little sad for us, fans of technicolor-ed horses. It’s very likely she won’t get to see this post, but it doesn’t stop me from making a tribute for her ;)

Godspeed Amy!

Being Rick's daughter and Negan having a crush on you but you not liking him back would include:


Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

• Negan being pretty interested in you from the very beginning while you can’t stand him for killing your friends

• Negan trying everything to somehow justify his deeds to appease your anger 

• You hating to see your Dad that destroyed and broken through Negan which leads to Negan slowing down his actions against your Dad  when you’re around

• Negan making sure that Rick knows that this is only for you and he should never even try to cross the line

• Negan loving to tease you, while it would annoy your Dad even more than you

• Rick being threatened by Negan that in case he’s the reason for you being unapproachable he would make him regret it  

• You being the only one Negan wouldn’t exhort for glaring or talking back at him, while it would be the complete opposite for your dad especially when you’re not anywhere near

• Negan trying to somehow find through your dad out what things you like to surprise you with them hoping that it would at least win you a little bit over

• Negan leaving things you like and you need in Alexandria telling you that you’re the only one who gets this service

• Negan telling your Dad that even when you’re not into him yet, that the day will definitely come you’re gonna lay under him screaming his name

• Rick being happy about your opinion about Negan but secretly fearing that you would fall for him anyways someday 

• Negan warning his man to not punish you or harm a single hair on your head in case you’re talking back or defending yourself against them

• Negan doing everything to impress you and to show off how perfect he is for you

• Rick being glad that at least you don’t have to fear punishment when you’re not directly wanting to follow Negans rules

• Negan trying to show you his gentleman side at every possible opportunity

• Negan visiting Alexandria pretty often to make sure you’re alright

• Negan really hoping about someday having a chance with you and secretly having the huge fear that you wouldnt ever forgive him

• Rick gathering all his courage and telling Negan that if he would hurt you he would defend you doesn’t matter what it costs

• Thereupon, Negan telling Rick chuckling that he’s actually more offended by Rick thinking he would hurt you than him threatening him

• Negan trying to show you when you’re alone with him and your Dad is not around that he can be soft and gentle too, while hoping that you would change your opinion about him

• Negan telling you that you would totally regret not testing his qualities in bed 

• Negan being pretty exited about any small and somehow positive reaction to him and directly telling you that you can’t deny that you’re beginning to like him while you respond with a scoff making him chuckle as always

Last Christmas | Calum Hood

Last Christmas

Calum Hood Imagine

Can you please do one based on the song Last Christmas the Ariana Grande version. Where Luke/Calum (you choose) and y/n have been friends and one holiday break they do the deed but then Luke/Calum ends up going on tour and not telling y/n and just stop speaking to her. And now that it’s the holidays again he tries to win her back. Even though she doesn’t want to be fooled again? But gives in.?

(not my photo, found on google)

All the boys, Hey Violet and of course Y/N, the very good friend of Calum Hood, sat around the hotel room relishing in their last night before going on a 2 week holiday break. Their red cups were filled with eggnog mixed with some form of liquor that Michael had brought, and a messy child-like gingerbread house stood lopsided on their small table. Y/N sat across Calum’s legs and her arm around his shoulder to keep her steady, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. There was plenty of space in this room for her to sit and still be in close proximity with her friends, but Calum was the only place she wanted to be. His hand softly ran up and down her side for comfort and warmth, and each time he did that her stomach tingled and she almost felt like vomiting, but in a good way.

Around 2 AM, Calum yawned putting his drink down and tapped Y/N’s waist signaling for her to get up off from him. He stretched before grabbing her jacket, keys and phone.

“You guys leaving already?” Ashton looks up at us as if we’ve just committed a crime by leaving a damn gathering at 2 in the morning.

“Yeah, we’re tired.” He said nonchalantly. He grabbed Y/N’s arm before anyone could say anything else and lead her out of the room, a confused look plastered on everyone’s face.

“Cal, what was that?” She said taken back, still slightly tipsy. Once they made it to Calum’s room, he kicked the door open and set his things on the counter. Y/N shut the door and suddenly felt two warm hands lay upon her shoulders making her shiver. His voice just above her ear, but was heard enough to make her feel dizzy. Calum was just that enchanting.

“I just wanted some time with my favorite girl.” She laughed out at his comment, walking out of his grip and into the small kitchen he had. She found a bottle of wine in the fridge and popped it open, pouring the alcohol in seperate cups for themselves.

“You’re too much Hood.” She said handing him his own cup and walking over to the huge hotel bed, turning on the TV and cuddling up underneath the blankets. Calum followed her with a sigh, and laid across the bed sheets, not daring to get under.

“Aw, you mad I didn’t like your dumb-“ and before she could finish, with her eyes still open, Calum grabbed her cheeks and smashed his lips onto hers. She swore she felt his teeth cut her lip from such force, but none the less, the warm sensation Calum’s lips carried kept her wanting to feel it even more. She heard their cups fall onto the ground, staining the carpet and she gasped and pulled away.

“They’re going to kill us.” Y/N slightly giggled at their mess, with hair falling in front of her face.

“Maids will get it.” Calum leaned in once again but was stopped by Y/N’s hands over his mouth.

“Please, Y/N. It may not make sense right now what I’m doing and no it’s not because I’m drunk or just trying to have a quick fuck but I truly can’t get you out of my mind.” He paused and looked down at the wrinkled bed sheets. “And I know you want to do this too.”

She snaked her arms around his neck, one hand traveling to his curls and looked into his eyes, seeing that he was serious about the actions that were to take place soon. She smiled, playing with the ends of his hair and whispered, “I do.” Calum didn’t take another second before lundging at her, taking her body beneath his. His hands and fingers traveled down her body and his lips nipped at her sensitive skin, taking any chance he got to cherish her, before it was too late.

The next morning arrived and Y/N’s head was banging. The slight TV noise in the background woke her up, as she flipped from side to side trying to make sense of anything that happened last night. She could still hear the moans that bounced off the walls, she could feel and see the purple marks all down her chest, neck and even arms, she could still sense his skin upon hers which made her get goosebumps instantly. She sat up grabbing her bra and underwear on the floor next to her, and walked around the room, trying to find the boy who made her Christmas wish come true.

The kitchen, the bathroom, the small living room, the bedroom. Calum was nowhere to be found. Y/N finally gave up and decided to grab her phone, thinking Cal had just gone out for a bit in the morning. Her phone was flooded with texts from the Maori boy and she opened them curiously.

Calum: I’m sorry, I had to leave you this morning.

Calum: You deserve so much better than what I gave you. I don’t deserve the title as your best friend, let alone…boyfriend.

Calum: Don’t call me, text me, or look for me. Last night was the end of the beautiful connection we had. I can’t explain now, but don’t wait for me when I can.

Calum: Last night was amazing. It will be a day I never forget and will be a day I always cherish. But now, there is where I block you, and where things end.

Calum: I love you. Always.

Y/N just made a weird face at her phone, shaking her head. ‘He has to be joking, this isn’t real. Calum is my best friend and he would never just leave me without a trace or warning.’ But boy, was she wrong. Soon her phone was to her ear, ready to spoil Calum’s plan at scaring her, but her worst fears arose when his voicemail immediately popped up.

“Real fucking funny Calum.” She called once again, and then one more time…and one more time after that. And after 5 calls in a row, tears were brimming in her eyes, realizing he might have truly left her. But she was still holding out for the possibility that this was a joke gone too far.

She decided to call Luke, knowing that he was most likely with Calum. He picked up after 2 rings, and her shoulders dropped. The background with filled with many talking voices, and loud noises of engines were heard in the distance.


“Y/N I can’t talk right now…”

“Don’t you dare leave me in the dust too. Don’t you dare.” She was almost full on sobbing at this point, her voice shaking and breaking.

“Look, your suitcase is packed in the corner of the bedroom.” She quickly looked to the corner with her fingernails in her mouth nervously, and realized he was right. “And there’s a ticket in there to anywhere you plan on going after this. We’re so sorry Y/N, but we have to go now.” And without letting her have another word, the line went dead. Her throat felt as if it was closing, her eyes were stinging with tears as she looked toward her packed suitcase. She fell to her knees as tears fell down her face, but no whines or cries came out of her mouth. It was more of that silent cry, where you know you can’t stop it, and knew that if any small noise escaped your mouth, you wouldn’t stop for days. She wasn’t going to let Calum do that to her. Y/N grabbed some random clothes, a jacket, her sunglasses, and marched out of hotel room with a final slam to the door. Thank goodness she knew where they were off to next.

The boys were on their way back home to LA for the winter break they received from tour. And Y/N being the best friend of Calum knew exactly where he lived, which is also where Ashton lived. Her plane came down from the air and she practically sprinted to baggage claim and hailed a cab with a simple whistle into the street. Calum had no idea she was coming, and she wasn’t going to leave him without putting up a fight for feelings that she clearly knew was there.

“Calum open up the damn door!” She banged her fist on the apartment door multiple times knowing he was hearing her. This was te third time she’s shouted at him since arriving.

“Calum I know you’re in there please…” she pleaded, her voice becoming lowering and cracking at the reality she was too stubborn to face. Calum had used her for sex, and left her.

“I know you’re done with, I know you want to never speak with me again, I mean…it’s apparent in your texts.” She sniffled. “But I just need closure, and then I’ll be on my way out of your life like you want.” Her palm was placed on the door, and she sunk deeper into the door, her back falling again against it for guidance. “You’re my best friend. I won’t just let you go without a fight because…because you mean so much to me Calum. Last night…it was expected, but it was the greatest moment of my life and you know why? Because last night was the moment I realized I fell in love with my best friend, the one person I could picture my entire life with and never want anyone else with me.” Tears were falling down her face at this point, but she was too busy professing her love to Calum to even care that her 25$ mascara was running. “If you give me a chance and open the door, I will prove to you why you don’t need to go, but why you need to stay. Stay with me…”

In the next few seconds she felt the door leave her back and open slowly. Y/N stood up quickly wiping her fallen tears and looking into the eyes of the boy that was listening to her entire rambling speech. He huffed before pulling her inside, and wrapping his muscular full arms around her shoulders. Y/N burried herself into his neck, remembering the scent he filled her with last night. Calum’s hand came behind her head and combed through her hair, calming down her fast rapid heartbeat.

“Oh angel, I so didn’t want to leave you yesterday.” She pulled back at his comment, with a slightly confused look on her face.

“Then why did you.” At this point it wasn’t even a question, but a demand.

“Y/N you wouldn’t understand right now.”

“Why? Because I’m not famous? Because I’m not a part of your celebrity world? Calum I came before that! I came before all the cameras, TV interviews and sold out arena tours! I was there when you were scared to sing on Youtube, remember it was me who pushed you to even post those. I may not be famous or wildly popular within the media, but I know you better than any of those other people could.” She got closer to his face to cause more intimidation, even though he wasn’t looking at her, but at the ground. “If you think for one second I won’t understand you, you’re wrong. I would learn a thousand languages to understand you. And that’s something you’d do for someone you love.”

His eyes were glossy, afraid of even a single drop of water to escape from them. Calum held his own and breathed deeply, leading Y/N to his couch. He placed a comforting hand into hers and rubbed her knuckles, a gesture he knew calmed her down all too well.

“It’s Nia.”

A blank expression, and a silent room.

“See, I knew you wouldn’t get it. That’s why I couldn’t explain and why I had to leave-“

“What about her Calum. What does she have to do with us.”

“Management and her came up with a plan for us to get together, to sell more of her bands music and to get more publicity for me since, out of the 4 boys, I’m the one who likes to stay out of the headlines.” Y/N let him continue, scooting closer to him.

“I left because last night, after you had fallen asleep, I got a text from our team telling me of this plan. I had to fight to LA to be seen with her today, in fact…” he looked at the clock behind him, “I have to be down at the grove in 10 minutes so the paparazzi can photograph us at lunch.” Calum grabbed her cheek and looked into the soft colored eyes he knew he couldn’t resist. He had so much he had to say to her, but those eyes, those damn beautiful eyes, always had him tongue tied.

“It had nothing to do with you, okay? It’s not her, it’s not anyone else, it’s always been you.”

“Then why can’t you stand up for yourself and for us? Why are you being so submissive to them?”

“Y/N they control me, if I don’t do this the boys and I could very well be out of a job. You know how much I love this band, the fans, the music. I’d risk everything for it, and I’m sorry but that includes you too. No matter how much I’m in love with you…”

She wasn’t going to let Calum make her cry again. She had been crying over him for almost two full days now, and she wasn’t going to let him win against her.

“Fine, then that’s all I needed to hear.” Y/N sprung up from her seat on the couch and paraded to the door, just before Calum stopped her and brought her close to him.

“Please don’t walk away though, I still need to know you’ll be in my life someway.” Suddenly, they felt a vibration and ringing noise come from his pocket. He sighed frustratedly and pulled it out looking at the caller ID. Y/N saw her name instantly, and chuckled in disgust.


Hey where are you? I’m here already!” Her perky voice shouted through the phone and almost made Y/N gag.

“Sorry can’t come. I’m with my girlfriend right now.”

Wait what? What do you mean girlfri-“ and he declined the call looking into her eyes once more.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because last christmas I wished for you to be my girlfriend. This year, I’m going to make it a reality, right now.”

So I made it a bit different, and wrote as close as I feel like Calum would handle the situation, even though it is just a story. Hopefully y’all like it! Request more holiday themed stories I love writing them :)

So here’s a radical thought.

“Nice” guys complain that women ignore them, despite their “niceness.” (“Nice” guys here having the meaning of guys who feel entitled to romantic involvement with female friends or acquaintances due to long association and deeds which can be put down to common decency.)

But said “nice” guys don’t exactly display GOOD behavior, which would be much more attractive. A “nice” guy will be decent and polite but still be angry when turned down due to a sense of personal entitlement. A GOOD guy will be decent and polite and respect the lady’s refusal because she’s a person with the ability to make her own decisions.

“Nice” guys, perhaps the thing you’re failing to grasp is that “nice” is different than GOOD.


lotr meme: 6 characters (1/6)

“My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.”


The Lord of the Rings Meme  28. favourite family relationship: siblings

“My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours.”  | “Yet between the brothers there was great love, and had been since childhood, when Boromir was the helper and protector of Faramir. No jealousy or rivalry had arisen between them since, for their father’s favour or for the praise of men.”

New March Books

That new book smell 😍

The Other F-Word by Natasha Friend (March 7)
Freya by Matthew Laurence (March 14)
Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde (March 14)
These Ruthless Deeds by Tarun Shanker & Kelly Zekas (March 14)
Pyromantic by Lish McBride (March 21)
Eyes of the World by Marc Aronson & Marina Budhos (March 21)

new years resolutions!!

-pet more dogs
-smile more
-do good deeds
-make new friends
-experiment with style
-laugh more
-work harder
-sleep better
-eat healthier
-find love
-forgive easier

Spell to help regain Kin Memories

(I have been working on this post for several days, so its kind of funny to see mod Portal’s most recent post. Synchronicity perhaps? 

Spell to help regain Kin Memories

You will need

  • quiet space
  • white candle
  • lilac or periwinkle
  • small token of your kin life (picture or object)

In your quiet space, arrange the items with the lilac or periwinkle to the north of the candle.

Sit, or stand comfortably at the South of the candle, facing it.

Hold your token in your hand.

Say each line of the chant below slowly, and pass your token over the flame of the candle repeatedly, once with each line.

//My world, I will remember
My friends, I will remember
My love, I will remember
My deeds, I will remember
My body, I will remember
My life, I will remember.
All that is lost, return to me.//

Hold the token to your forehead, and then blow out the candle.

Take the flower and the token, and place them under the pillow of your bed. Leave them there while you sleep.

The spell is intended to invoke kin memories while you fall asleep and dream, but you may also experience memory flashbacks during the spell itself.

-Mod Felix of @fromfiction

My friend, you had horses, and deeds of arms, and the free fields; but she, born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.
—  Gandalf, of Eowyn, The Return of the King

anonymous asked:

I have a question. So God does not want us to seek praise from others. He wants us to do good deeds out of the grace in our hearts. But is it bad to expect a kind word or thank you when do you something for another person. So let's say my friend was sick and I went a bought him soup. Is it wrong to want a "thank you" for my gesture?

Hi friend,

You’re right in that God wants us to do good deeds out of the goodness of our hearts and that He does not want us seeking praise from others:

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. - Colossians 3:23-24

For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ. - Galatians 1:10

I think expectations are what get us into trouble, because when we expect something, like for someone to say thank you in response to a kind gesture, we get let down and disappointed if/when that doesn’t happen. We get hurt, which can then lead to resentment. 

In the instance of you bringing your friend soup and then your friend not responding with a thank you, which was your expectation, this isn’t really fair because you and your friend both have different minds, different lives, different histories and thoughts and ideas and, as a result, probably different expectations. So talk to your friend and make sure that you’re on the same page expectation wise.

Along with talking to your friend about your expectations, make sure to forgive him and love him.  After all, he wasn’t aware of your expectations at the time that this happened.

Keep in mind that you have the power to change your expectations at any point, and always remember why you’re doing the kind thing to begin with: not for glory, but for God. A thank you is nice, yes, but it’s so much better knowing that God sees and appreciates all of our good deeds. Nothing you do goes unnoticed by Him, friend.

All my love,


@ultimateheroandsorcerer | continued from here 

the     playwright     was     one     with     a     strange     fascination     with     the     ABNORMAL.     so     she     immediately     took     INTEREST     in     the     male     who    had     introduced     himself     as     ‘kiyo.’ 

          ‘ hatsue     inoue. ‘     she     spoke     her      introduction     with     a     SOFT     voice.     ‘ it’s     a     pleasure     to     MEET     you,     kiyo-kun. ‘     a     chuckle     would     come     from     her,     as     she     would     look     back     to     the     crossing,     her     mind     filled     to     the     BRIM     with     other     various,     fanatical     thoughts.